Yeah, I meant to publish this one before my blog about Annaliese Szota. Ah well.
Hi all,
I am writing on my MacBook in luxury from the air-conditioned cabin of a Virgin Blue 737-700. We are currently cruising at an altitude of 38 000 feet, over the country town of Scone, in which I can see none, nor any horses for which the town is famous for. Probably an altitude thing.
The cabin crew are about to run through to do a rubbish collection. My first instinct (after many years of PC-based indoctrination) was to hurl my Mac into the bag when it goes past, but I guess I need to re-educate myself.
For those who don't know, I am on my way to the home of the 2000 Olympic Games - Sydney, Australia. It's also the home of two of my friends (whom I intend to visit), the Moore Theological College (which I intend to visit) and the Sydney Opera House (which I will try and score a gig at while I'm there).
Sidenote: I just heard the telltale sign of a text message being sent from an iPhone in the seat behind me. Currently fighting the urge to turn around and hurl some of my peanuts at his head. Well, if I die in the plane crash, at least I'll know who to yell at.
One of the things I love about flying is the collection of needle-like ice crystals which form on the window panes, even if you're flying in the middle of the day. They start ever so tiny, and grow into almost spider-like structures. So fine and delicate. If you look closely, you can even see a multitude of offshoots from each needle, which, to the naked eye, appear perfectly perpendicular. Fascinating.
Beyond those, I have a lovely view of the clouds from my window seat. Set against the greeney-blue of the landscape below, their billowing forms appear similar to steam pouring up from the sky like a stream of lava hitting the ocean. The less 'voluptuous' forms look like a snow-scape, stretching out to the horizon.
Unfortunately, we're approaching Sydney from the west which means we won't be coming in from the ocean, which is a most enjoyable sight. Still, with al the cloud cover there may not be much to see until we're 100 feet above the tarmac.
Well, it looks like we'll be on the landing approach soon, so I'd better shut down my Mac and yell at the man behind me. If anything is going to interfere with aircraft systems, it's a Mac, since it communicates with everything so much easier than PCs seem to.
See you on the ground! SG
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